“Don’t bury her—that’s not her in the coffin!” a little girl cries out at a Chicago funeral, stopping everything as a shocking truth inside the coffin is revealed

report lay on his desk.

The soup contained a compound designed to induce miscarriage over time.

Gabriel read the report once.

Then again.

Then he closed his eyes.

When Vivian entered his study that evening, she wore a black silk dress and a look of gentle concern.

“Gabe, you wanted me?”

Gabriel slid the report across the desk.

Vivian glanced at it.

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